#it seems like the place that would hold farmer's markets.. the place is Huge haha

[asteraws]

mesagoza marketplace! 🍅

[bubble-tea-bunny]

grease monkey

[dean winchester x reader]

author’s note: played around w/ tone shifts a lot in this one without really meaning to. i feel my writing’s sort of all over the place lately. i’ve been having a hard time focusing. anyway, i hope you enjoy. it’s been a minute since i wrote for dean haha

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“Ah, shit.”

Dean huffs and checks the workbench again, moving supplies here and there in search for what he needs. He checks beneath the table, rifles through the cabinets, but still nothing. He glances back at Baby, whose hood is propped up and whose front wheels rest on ramps to elevate her. The old oil had already been drained but he’d failed to check beforehand if he had any new oil on hand, which he didn’t. So he can’t even install the new filter yet, which he did remember to buy on his last trip to the auto shop.

He grabs a towel to wipe down his hands and exits the garage, leaving the sleek Impala right where it is. He finds Sam in the kitchen working on lunch.

“Hey, I gotta run down to the car shop in town. Ran out of oil,” Dean begins. He glances at the various vegetables resting on the counter. Sam did have a penchant for running down to the farmers’ market whenever they weren’t busy with cases. For him, fresh produce is the best change of pace from the fast food they lived on when they weren’t at the bunker. “What are you making?”

“A veggie wrap,” Sam responds, and briefly there’s only the sound of his knife slicing through bell peppers. “You want one?”

Dean scrunches his nose. “No. Ew. I’ll pick something up on my way back.”

Sam rolls his eyes but he’s smiling a little. “Suit yourself.”

“Be back in a few.” Dean tosses his towel down on the dining table before he makes his leave, and Sam wants to yell after him, to tell him to take the dirtied rag to the garage where it belongs, and not leave it at the table where they eat, but he decides it isn’t worth the effort. Dean would keep walking.

It always feels strange not to drive Baby. The seats don’t feel the same and Dean has a hard time finding a comfortable position. When he slides the key into the ignition and twists it, the engine roars to life before settling into a steady purr, but it’s not as satisfying to hear. The drive into town doesn’t take too long. The roads are mostly empty until he actually gets there, and even then the auto shop is on the side of town closest to the bunker, so he gets there quickly.

The store is small and quiet, but it always has everything Dean needs. There are a few other people inside, some perusing the products, one speaking with the man at the register. Dean knows exactly where the oil is so he makes a beeline for the right aisle. A catalogue rests by the shelves of oil in case anyone coming in here is unsure of what sort of motor oil they need for their specific car’s make and model. He skirts past it—he has Baby’s brand memorized, knows it like the back of his hand.

While he’s scanning the names on all the bottles, in search of the appropriate one, the bell on top of the door jingles quietly. He glances up and sees easily from over the top of the shelves as you walk inside, hair tied into a sloppy ponytail. You wear a dark blue jumpsuit with the top half tied around your waist, revealing a gray tank top, black scuff marks and stains dotted over the fabric.

Dean tilts his head as he continues to watch you—you walk into an aisle two down from his, your eyes downcast on whatever rests there. You find what you need quickly and head for the door again. As you pass by the counter, you hold up what you’ve grabbed—a bottle of transmission fluid—and the man at the counter simply smiles and nods. Then you’re out the door, the bell dinging to signal your departure.

It’s only when an employee walks up to him does Dean realize he’d just been standing there staring at the door. “Did you need any help, sir?”

“Um, ah, no, I got it. Thanks.” Dean smiles politely and waves his hand dismissively. The employee smiles back and walks the rest of the way through the aisle to check on the other customers.

After the oil is paid for, Dean makes his way back to the car. He’s pulled the driver’s side door open and is about to get in when he slides his gaze over to the repair shop, where the garage doors have been pulled up and inside are multiple cars and multiple mechanics working on them. As if on cue you slide out from under one of the cars and stand up, wiping at the grime on your forehead. Your ponytail looks even more mussed up than it did when he saw you inside. He can’t hear anything from this distance but he can see you laugh at something that someone says. You must be new because he’s never seen you here before.

Sam’s migrated into the library and next to his laptop is an empty plate. He looks up when Dean saunters inside, a bag of take-out in one hand and a bottle of motor oil in the other. The younger Winchester sits up straighter and smiles in greeting.

“Got what you needed?”

“I did.” Dean plops down across from Sam and sets the motor oil on the floor next to him before he grabs his food. “I saw a cute girl today.”

Sam pauses in his typing and glances at his brother. “Did you?” He doesn’t ask for details because he knows Dean will follow up with them. Even if Sam didn’t want to hear it, Dean would elaborate anyway.

“Yeah, at the auto shop. She’s a mechanic.” Dean takes a big bite out of his burger.

“Wow.” Sam is impressed, for he doesn't recall ever seeing a female mechanic, but the expression of admiration is quickly wiped off his face and replaced with disgust when he sees the way Dean practically stuffs his mouth with food. “Dude, seriously?”

“What?” The word is almost impossible to understand as Dean speaks with a full mouth. “I’m hungry.”

———

The next day is much the same. Dean is in the garage again working on the Impala. They’d been out of town longer than usual for their last case, and it goes without saying that Baby got rather roughed up and was in dire need of all sorts of servicing when they came back. He’s mostly focusing on the interior today, wiping down dried blood and cleaning out shattered bits of glass from the broken backseat door windows (which he plans to work on next). All the while he’s muttering apologies for making his beloved car go through all this. Again.

“You can just never catch a break,” Dean says quietly as he stands up straight to stretch his back. He sets a hand on the roof of the Impala and sighs heavily, surveying the now clean flooring of the backseat. He drums his fingers on the smooth surface of the car as he glances at the workbench, which is much messier than yesterday, for he’d taken out more tools and supplies and had been much too tired last night to clean it up.

As he sifts through the plethora of items for what he needs next, a part of him hopes he’ll have run out of something, giving him the perfect excuse to go to the auto shop. It would be creepy if he just went there to watch you, and it’s not as if he has to take in any of the cars in the bunker to get worked on. He can do it all himself. Why would he spend money on that? But as he continues fixing up the Impala, he finds that he has everything he needed. Which is a bit of a bummer—well, okay, it’s a huge bummer. He’s not even sure the next time he’d have to go over there for more things. For all he knows, that could be after their next case. And who knows when that would be? Moreover, who knows how long they’d be gone for said case?

Well, he supposes he could just plan ahead. Stock up on items he anticipates will be running low the next time he’s servicing Baby. Before he can reconsider, Dean nods to himself, deciding this to be the next course of action. He closes the passenger side door with his hip as he wipes down his hands. This time he tosses the towel down on the workbench before he heads out of the garage to find Sam and let him know.

He doesn’t end up finding Sam anywhere within the bunker. It seems he’s taking his run a little bit later than usual today. Dean doesn’t bother leaving a note or sending off a text. It’s when he’s halfway to town that he gets a call. He doesn’t need to check the caller ID because he already knows who it is.

“Hello?”

“Where are you?” Sam’s breathing on the other end is a little labored—he’d just gotten back.

“On my way to the car shop.”

“Weren’t you just there yesterday?”

“Picking up extra supplies for next time. That way I already have everything on hand.”

It’s quiet for a moment. “You just want to see that girl again, don’t you?”

Dean briefly considers lying, but he knows Sam will see right through it. “… Yeah.”

Sam laughs, and Dean can perfectly see in his mind’s eye his younger brother’s toothy grin. “Okay, well, have fun I guess.”

Dean pulls into a parking spot facing the garage but doesn’t see you. Maybe you had the day off? He sighs quietly, deflating a little at the thought, before getting out and heading inside the store. While he’s there, filling up a basket with various items, he’s listening for the jingle of the bell above the door. Whenever he hears it, he glances up, but is left disappointed because none of the newcomers are you.

The same man works at the register as yesterday. If he recognizes Dean, he doesn’t say anything about it. Dean is only half-paying attention when the employee asks if he found everything all right. He sort of just nods and gives a small courtesy smile, and he looks out the glass door as each of his items is rung up, hoping that maybe you’ll turn the corner and be walking inside. You don’t.

He carries both plastic bags in one hand and pushes the door open with his free hand. He’s fishing for the car keys in his pocket and thinking that it’s just his luck that you aren’t here today when he gives one more look toward the garage. Your sloppily done ponytail is hard to miss.

Without even realizing it he smiles a little to himself when he sees you. You’re reading something on a piece of paper, and after you do, you fold it up and tuck it into the pocket of your jumpsuit. A honk startles Dean and that’s when he notices he’d just stopped walking right in the middle of the lane. He waves to apologize as he quickly move off to the side and walks the rest of the way to his car. He sets down the bags on the floor of the passenger side before locking the car again and heading over to the garage.

He slows down as he approaches, eyes roving over the various cars being worked on, some elevated on jacks to give adequate room for getting to their undersides. There’s a radio by the wall playing songs he doesn’t recognize. He doesn’t really listen to the more recent releases. But the music is faint compared to the sound of animated chattering among the mechanics and the tools whirring to life.

“Were you here to pick up your car? You can head inside and let Jeremy know. He’s at the counter; he can ring you up.”

Dean tears his gaze away from the cars to see you walking up to him. You smile politely, and it reaches your eyes. Your cheeks are slightly flushed, which he suspects is due to the heat from inside the garage. Today you’re wearing your jumpsuit properly, but you have the sleeves pushed up. There’s a patch on the suit with your name on it: [Name].

“Oh, no, I’m not.” Dean chuckles nervously. “I just wanted to look. I work on my own cars too, so I like to watch sometimes.”

Your smile brightens. “Really?” Based on the tone of your voice, he knows you’re genuinely interested and not just saying this to be nice.

Dean’s smile is a little bit more relaxed at this, and he nods. “Yeah. It’s just a hobby though.”

“Well it’s a great hobby to have.” You brush back the loose strands of hair that had come out from your ponytail but they just fall back into place.

“I’m Dean.” The introduction is out of his mouth before he can stop it.

“[Name],” you respond.

“I know.” Dean quickly elaborates, lest you find him creepy. “It’s uh… It’s on your suit.” He points at the patch.

“Right.” It’s your turn to laugh nervously as you briefly look down at it. “I always forget that’s there.” You shrug, then take a deep breath and glance behind you. “I think I should be getting back to work. Still finishing up on one car and it’s getting picked up pretty soon.”

“Of course.” Dean waves his hand. “Sorry for distracting you.”

“Don’t apologize.” You shake your head. “I needed a little break.”

“It was nice to meet you.”

“You too, Dean.” Your smile is soft and Dean swears his heart squeezes at the sight of it.

He continues to stand there and watch as you walk away, and he notices that you’ve rolled up the legs of your jumpsuit a few times. They must’ve been too long for you. Before you resume working, you unzip the suit and shrug off the top half, tying the sleeves around your waist to let your body breathe a little better. Now that he thinks about it, he can feel some of the heat radiating from the garage.

Sam just about gets an earful about you once Dean returns to the bunker. The younger Winchester can’t help but watch on amusedly because Dean is never like this. It’s honestly a little strange, and he almost wants to ask (in jest of course): “Who are you and what have you done with my brother?”

“I mean, my heart started hurting, Sammy. What the hell?” Dean throws his arms up in confusion as he sits back in the chair.

“You sure that isn’t just all the greasy food finally catching up to you?” Sam raises a brow.

Dean looks thoroughly unamused at the joke. He reaches out for his beer sitting on the table and takes a long swig from the bottle. “I don’t like feeling this way, man. It’s bizarre and I feel like I’m in freaking high school!”

Sam laughs. “You’re telling me. It’s weird seeing you like this.” Dean doesn’t reply and he’s staring off to the side at nothing in particular, but Sam can see the cogs spinning in his head. “You’re gonna go back to the shop again, aren’t you?”

Dean gives him a side glance and delays his response by taking another sip of his drink. And then: “You bet I am.” Sam didn’t expect anything different.

———

The next time Dean visits the auto shop, he takes Baby. She’s been fully repaired and looks good as new. It’s like a breath of fresh air when he’s back on the road with her. He drives with the windows down because the weather is so nice.

He pulls up in a spot close to the garage and sees you right away. “[Name]!”

You look away from surveying one of the elevated cars and your eyes light up when you see him. Well, at this distance, he’s not sure if it’s because you see him or because you see his car. “Dean!” You walk up to him with a bright smile. “Nice car.”

“A ’67 Impala,” he tells you as he sets his hand on the hood of the car, which is still warm. “She’s my baby.”

“I bet. She’s beautiful.” You circle the car slowly, studying every little sleek detail. Dean feels pride swell in his chest. You gently set your hands on the hood of the car to brace yourself as you bend over to glance inside at the interior, and he tries his hardest not to stare at your ass (he fails). “You work on her yourself?”

“Yep.” Dean nods. “Everything.”

You stand back up straight and turn to face him, smiling. “Well clearly she’s in good hands. She looks great.”

Dean takes your comment to heart and his smile is genuinely thankful. Before he can say anything, you speak up again.

“It feels like you were just here. Run out of supplies already?” You cross your arms and rest your weight on one foot, your hip jutting out. This question could be taken as something you’re genuinely wondering, but your tone is playful and the glint in your eyes is teasing, which effectively negates that assumption.

Dean chuckles and momentarily looks away, at a car parked across the lot. He didn’t plan on lying about his reason for being here. Even if he did, he’s sure you’d know it wasn't the truth. Usually he wouldn’t be this nervous—he’s always been up-front. What did you do to him?

He shrugs and meets your eyes again. “No, actually… I came here to see you.”

Your smile widens. “I’m flattered. I’m hardly a sight for sore eyes when I’ve been in the garage all day,” you joke.

“I dunno, I guess I have a thing for girls that have messy hair and work on cars.”

At the mention of your hair you reach up to feel your bun, making sure it’s still sitting securely on your head. It’s nowhere near perfect. It had been done hastily and without a mirror, but how it looks doesn’t matter if you’re beneath a car. “And how many girls have you met like that?”

“You’re the first.”

You laugh shyly and your gaze briefly drops down to the ground. “Good.” You look back up at him. “I like to be unique.” It’s a statement that’s half a joke and half sincere.

Dean smiles back warmly and he’s quiet for a moment. Then he asks: “Are you free tomorrow night?”

“I am.” You stand a little straighter at this question because you know where it’s headed. You’re wrenching your hands behind your back.

“Do you maybe wanna grab dinner together or something?”

You smile and hope it’s not too wide, which would betray your excitement. “That sounds great.”

You give him your number before you’re pulled back into work. If you lingered any longer you might get in trouble. Dean can’t stop smiling the whole drive home. He’s already eager to see you again. It feels like tomorrow night is so far away. He hopes there aren’t any cases that pop up before then. But knowing him and his luck, there just might be. He tries not to let it deter him, because—

“I got a date with her, Sammy!” Dean exclaims as he enters the library.

Sam pauses his Netflix show and looks up. “You did?”

“Hell yeah I did!” Dean pulls back a chair and sits down. “I swear there better not be any cases that come up before tomorrow night.”

“I think you’ll be fine.” Sam smiles reassuringly.

“I hope so.” Dean instinctively reaches toward the table for his beer then remembers he hadn’t grabbed one from the refrigerator. With a sigh, he hefts himself up and sets out for the kitchen just as Sam hits play and returns to his show.

———

Dean picks you up.

When you open the door, it’s almost like he’s looking at a completely different person. Your hair is neater, no longer tangled and messy but combed out and resting in soft waves on your shoulders. You’re wearing makeup—not much, but it’s still more than he’s used to seeing on you, since you never wear any when you work. You’ve swapped your jumpsuit for a floral dress. But your smile is still the same, and it’s what brings everything together.

He tells you that you look amazing. It’s the first thing out of his mouth. And it’s not something he says just to be nice. He truly means it. You can sense this, and your smile is shy as you say thanks. The two of you decide on heading to the mom and pop diner not far from your house. Neither of you is interested in anything fancy, and this place had a reputation for having some great pancakes. On the drive over, you run your hands over the leather seats, over the dashboard. You’re so enamored with everything and it makes Dean chuckle. No one else gets this excited about Baby.

As the two of you talk in the corner booth Dean can feel himself falling in love little by little. It’s so cliché he almost wants to gag. He wonders what Sam would make of it all, because this? Diner dates, being thoroughly interested in getting to know you, hanging onto every word you say? When was the last time he’d felt this way about anyone? When had he last taken his time like this? With the sort of lives they lead, it’s almost impossible to. They never stick around anywhere for very long, always on the move. But Lebanon, it’s basically home base. It’s the perfect coincidence to have found you here, of all places.

The waitress gives you free milkshakes, for she clearly noticed you were on a date and wanted to give the two of you a little treat. Dean drinks his rather quickly, but you end up pouring yours into a to-go cup since you’re too full to finish it while you’re still at the diner. (Later on he learns this is how you are with all your drinks. He ends up finishing a lot of them for you.)

He kisses you in the Impala. You taste like sugar despite the milkshake being advertised as strawberry-flavored, but he's not surprised. Those drinks are pretty much just liquid sugar. The radio is on low volume and the only light shining into the car is from the street lamp in front of your house and Dean briefly thinks—wow, it really is like he’s some kid in high school, down to the warmth in his chest as he acclimates himself to the softness of your lips. He doesn’t linger on the thought for long, however. You’re much more important right now.

———

When Dean arrives back at the bunker, he doesn’t need to say anything for Sam to figure out that the date had been successful. It’s difficult for Dean to hide the excitement on his face.

Sam still stands by his statement that Dean being like this is weird—really weird—but it’s not unwelcome. Their lives are rough, and you’re the diamond in it. It feels like so long since he’s seen Dean this happy. And it’s not until now, when it’s happening, that he realizes how much he’s missed it.

It’s late when Dean finally settles into bed for the night. He lays on his back, blood rushing to his head as he stares at the ceiling. He feels light as air as he reflects on the events of the evening. For all his run of bad luck, meeting you is, in contrast, the best stroke of luck he’s had—that he thinks he’ll ever have.

As he falls asleep to the thought of your warm smile and gentle eyes and soft voice, he realizes how special you are, how much you mean to him now and how much more you’ll mean to him as time goes on. He never really considered that there might be room in his life for something like this, but before he could fully process what was happening, you’d found your way into it, settled into your own spot and made yourself comfortable. For an inkling of a second he swears it’s like you were always meant to be there, filling in the holes of all the things he’s ever lost. You will never truly know just how special you are to him, and it breaks his heart.

[sundrenched-smilez]

odd numbers for the lesbian asks! (if it's too many just do every 4th one maybe?)

1. Femme or butch? 

for type, im vry easily wooed by butches tbh

as for myself, im genderfluid + heavily lean towards butch-ish for one gender + have been gettin more comf w that term for myself. the 3 genders i switch between, ive described as sharp, dainty and tired, for reason of not really being comf w gender labels aside from nonbinary. sharp/tired r kinda butchish, moreso sharp. like leather jackets, ripped jeans, dress pants/shirts, defs flannels (which r a given for any mood im in tbh) while tired is like mb softer, more focused on flannels + loose tank tops/shirts, shorts + certain skirts, comfy clothes, and the like   

ive found that i’m leaning more towards butch lately too, like i’ve been a lot more comfortable with pants and a nice top than i have w dresses or most skirts + im wondering if i was just hanging on to femininity for sake of society, so those r things 2 think abt. i still feel comf in them sometimes, but it’s getting much less often. gender’s weird, i still cant cling to one bc of how pressuring that is so genderfluidity is still smth for me + it shifting to different percentages is okay (im thinking out loud @ this point, but its helping so i hope its interesting to read)

3. Plaid button-ups or leather jackets?

both, but primarily flannels/plaid buttion-ups

5. Describe your aesthetic

aaahh theres a lot of diff aesthetics i could go into, but i have a tag if ur interested in a visual representation? basically, cosy homes, forests, wooden steps and bridges, cats, girls/nbs, water, plants, and old video game stuff, and clouds/skies. i’m sure there’s more in there, but for a good rule of thumb !! as for like dressing aesthetic, i like to look rly gay + attractive and a lil showy? like my shorts r Short and i love crop tops + a lot of my shirts show my bra thru them, + i like showing it when i can, like sports bra + a tank top is a fav look of mine bc i can make it look like my bra is a trim on the shirt + it’s cute. i’ve been wearing dresses less often, but occasionally, i like to rock one. id love a pair of combat boots but i have like size 11/12 feet + most stores dont carry that size + im hesitant to buy some online. 

7. Favorite pair of shoes?

its rly hard to find any, i have like walmart converse knockoffs atm + theyre a beige/grey color im not that huge on, it kinda reminds me of sandalwood but depressed

9. Any haircut goals for the future? 

there was the undercut!! and i have that down now c: next step is to dye it blue and mb some purple. i wanna bleach it if i’m gonna dye it, but im hesitant to do that bc of how damaging it is, but since my hair’s been cut a cpl time almost all the color is out now, so i think itll b ok if i take good care of it. 

11. Describe the worst date you’ve been on

i went to a cafe w someone (i think they were nb but i cant remember, it was like 2 yrs ago about ) and they were impossible to talk to bc they just kept saying “im awkward sorry” @ everything and like any conversations i tried to maintain were all one-shot responses, and like that was a lil frustrating. like i dont hold it against them or anything, more in a sense of i was rly tryin 2 carry it and just couldnt 

13. If taken, talk about your girlfriend/wife!

whooh i wish i was taken, i need affection + to b cute w someone 

15. Describe your dream wedding

hmmmm i havent thought much about it !! i know when i was younger i wanted to wear a black wedding dress but now im thinkin mb a suit that switches to dress @ the bottom?? that could b cool. I’d be happy w anything tbh, if im getting married, i’d just b happy to be w my wife/spouse. mb somewhere in a forest or on a boat would b cool, defs lots of good food and colorful flowers. I’d like a lot of color, most weddings ive been to are just b/w and bland for my taste (they’ve also all been straight tho so theres that.) it’s kind of wild to think that i might b married someday, but it’d b rly nice. i just haven’t thought much abt the planning of one. it’d b rly gay tho, probs give out tiny gay flags at each seat, and the cake could b lesbian flag colors. im rly drawing a blank on this, but i know id want all my friends around the country + world to be there. 

17. If you could live anywhere in the world, where would you live?

i definitely want to live in a port town at some point !! idk where i’d like to settle down, ideally somewhere that doesnt get much hotter than 90 degrees + has lots of parks + is big enough for some events, like pride stuff, little festivals, a farmer’s market, and places to do things, such as a movie theater, bowling alley, mb an aquarium, if not one in a nearby town. hiking trails r also good. 

19. Favorite lesbian novel/story?

on a sunbeam!!! its a huge inspiration for me, and i love it so much. it always puts me in such a good mindset when i read it, and the artist is my age, so it makes me feel like I can also accomplish great things if i rly put my heart into it!! which is such a good feeling, and it has great representation + characters that i love, and its rly gay, and in space and theres ships shaped like fish + its gorgeous : D i could go on for hrs abt it + how important it is to me. theres an nb character too, and like the aspect of found families is one that rly hits home and it helped me get thru a rough time of my life + better accept myself as queer/gay. 

21. Favorite lesbian musician?

adult mom (tho i think they’re bi but still gay), or hayley kiyoko

23. Ever been assumed to be nothing more than a gal pal?

i think so, but i can’t place when, it’s been a bit. 

25. Be positive! What do you like most about being a lesbian?

talking abt being gay w other girls/nbs is lovely and cathartic, i never got to growing up bc i lived in a homophobic town + i was like dealing heavily with internalized homophobia and body/gender dysphoria so i was ace for a bit. talking more abt like sexual attraction + aesthetic attraction is new to me, and that’s been a process to get to, but it’s nice that I can now do so w/o being belittled or barraged by insult. i also just love the thought of being w someone, and daydreaming abt when that happens is really nice. also,, girls + nbs r a blessing and brighten my day and im so glad im attracted 2 them 

27. Turn ons?

absolutely communication, that’s a need. i had a bad experience w someone bc she wasn’t communicative at all, and failed to tell me that we weren’t dating despite us going on several dates + kissing??? like i wont go too into it, but hatchi matchi it was a mess. so yeah, communication, affection, and like reassurance that they actually want to be with me, and that my presence is wanted and enjoyed. I got a lot of “i dont care”s for answers last sort-of relationship, and that was rly discouraging. another turn on is for them to initiate talking and things, like holding hands or planning to hang out + such. consent is another big one. 

29. Do you usually ask other women out or do you wait for them to ask you?

i usually tend to ask them out, but im still dealing w internalized junk, so its difficult. i also havent any situations in which they liked me back, which is frustrating. like i got lead on earlier summer for abt a month until i asked what we were doing + didnt rly get an answer, and it was this whole mess. i generally try to make the first move tho, bc i know firsthand how difficult it is, but that being said, it’s still hard for me to know for sure if theyre interested + i dont wanna make things uncomf w them, so i’ll wait until i think there might b attraction. that being said, once that’s all out of the way, i like to consider myself a good flirt when im trying. 

31. Talk about your interests or hobbies!

i have lots of interests!! im obsessed w steven universe, its my fav show (and if u ever have time, we should totally watch it together sometime, i rly think you’d love it, it’s super gay + heartwarming.) i really love playing music and learning new songs, which im rly great at memorizing. talking to friends + gettin 2 know them better is always nice and fun. i like to draw new things + see the different ways ppl draw, so seeing art on here is always fun for me. i’m also rly into polygon videos (it’s a youtube channel, not like videos abt polygon haha) and this podcast called the adventure zone. season one just ended, so i might start listening to another one called friends at the table. i rly wanna start a podcast w someone, but can never find anyone to start it with. idk what I’d talk abt but if i could find a partner for it, i think it’d be a lot of fun. mb smth abt games or books/queer representation in media. doing a dnd podcast would also b rly fun, but a lot of work + editing so mb later down the road !! im blanking on other interests atm, but animations and cartoons r lovely and i aim to make something in that field one day, if not just a comic.

my hobbies r mostlyyyy drawing, dnd things now every thursday, hanging w my friends, playing video games, sometimes writing (i rly wanna start a comic, and im tryin to get my butt into gear on it), goin to parks, listening to music, and goin 2 events w roe + cesar, two of my friends. sometimes ill play music!! i need to get more than the keyboard i’m lending, but i love performing. ill also watch leg birds on youtube, theyre a lesbian couple that plays gams + theyre rly sweet. 

33. Do you love easily or does it take time for you to warm up to someone?

its easy for me to love friends, doesnt usu take me more than a few months of knowing them if were talking a lot. as for falling in love, that takes me a lot longer. ive never rly been in love w someone. i thought i was once, but rly it was just my first gay experience w someone and i wanted it to be perfect so i projected a lot of things + made it better than it seemed to myself for the duration of it, which wasn’t healthy, so i wanna avoid doing that again, + take things slower next time. or at least for what they are. 

35. Ever fallen for a straight girl?

a few times, they were just crushes tho, so it wasnt too too bad

37. Favorite comfort food?

hot cocoa or tea. as for food food, i dont think i have one. mb french toast or cinnamon rolls. 

39. Vegetarian? Vegan? None of the above?

i used to be a vegetarian!! for like a yr, but it was difficult for me to eat and feel full, and i was pretty underweight, so i stopped. 

41. Early-riser or night-owl?

both, i tend to stay up, but getting up early can be nice if i dont have to do anything. like just gently waking + making some tea and a nice breakfast + sittin around for a bit. 

43. What is your Myers-Briggs type?

enfp-a 

45. At what age did you know you were a lesbian?

i think like 16-17? it took me a bit to get words for identity, like lesbian/nonbinary and the like, but i always knew, like id call myself an individual as opposed to gendered terms that i was referred to, and always felt rly yucky w deadname + the wrong pronouns

47. Are you crushing on anyone at the moment (celebrity or otherwise)?

ive got one crush atm !! and another person who seems nice, but i wanna hang out w before like thinking abt a crush (im poly, which perhaps goes w/o saying, but i always like to state it when talking abt these things, jic )

49. Talk about your dreams/aspirations for the future

i’d like a partner or two, to get some bongos- i got to play some a couple weeks ago, and it was the most fun i’ve had playing anything!! having smth with an instant response that i could make up rhythms with was really rewarding and so much fun. i know i want a cat at some point, to go on cute dates + cuddle and kiss a lot w someone, to visit my friends in other places, dye my hair, get a better job, to travel a bit, make a comic, go to college for animation and storyboarding, mb go to camp at some point, and I’d like to make some more friends here, i’m already making some, which i’m super happy about, but it’s always nice meeting new ppl 

thank u for asking!! this was relaxing + fun, and a lot of the topics were cathartic to talk about, and i needed it. so thanks for listening too kinda

also im queen of commas, i’ve discovered while typing this